"The second fight for the day! Let's welcome Sword Master and Ruler of Light to the stage!" The commentator's voice sliced through the arena, brimming with excitement.
The audience hushed as a man in a traditional, dark samurai outfit, carrying a long, sheathed sword, stepped onto the stage. He stood opposite the serene figure of the Ruler of Light.
"Did I hear that right?! Ruler of Light?! Isn't that the new commander under the Three-Eyed Nation?" someone in the audience whispered in surprise, drawing on fresh gossip.
"That's still a rumor; not yet made official," another man exhaled, shaking his head. "Sword Master is strong, a solid celestial Rank warrior, but compared to the Ruler of Light... He will lose in an instant."
"What?! I say he can last more than ten minutes!" an old man sitting beside him yelled, defending the honor of the Sword Master.
"Ten minutes?" a lady scoffed, crossing her arms with an air of superior knowledge. "He won't even last one minute."
